Two heads are better than one, and two opinions are better than one — as long as those two opinions match.
My husband and I are off on a romantic getaway to get a second opinion on my future breast cancer medication.
Doctor #1 suggested Tamoxifen with no chemo.
Doctor #2 suggested Tamoxifen with no chemo.
Praise the Lord, we have no big decisions to make. Seriously. I am finished making big decisions for a long, long time. I don’t even want to decide which restaurant to go for dinner. My brain is now on decision-making vacation.
It kind of feels like Saul and I are on vacation, too.
We flew to my alma mater, the University of Wisconsin, to visit the doctors at the Carbone Cancer Center. We’re only here for basically one full day, but it does feel like a mini-vacation, because we get to stay with friends and visit my brother who lives in Madison.
Saul got to go to his favorite steak house, Smokey’s, and I got to walk the campus and point out all the places I used to frequent as a 21 year old– basically bars. That’s the only strange part of this whole trip. The young woman I was when I lived in this town is a whole different woman than the one who now exists. There is a part of me who is so very grateful that she is gone and yet there is a part of me that wishes I could do it all over again. I’m not sure, but I think that’s called nostalgia…
I’m looking forward to going home, hosting my bible study, reading to kindergarteners and basically getting on with life– without cancer. I’m pretty sure when I look back on the summer I lost my breast, there will be no nostalgia.